Love At Twenty Three - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Cool is the evening
And pale is the moon.
It's real, I'm not dreaming
Gone has winter, it's June!
Two arms gently hold me
Am I too blind to see?
This is first love and last love
Forever to be...
And it's happening to me.
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